nurse-ray:

He wasn’t supposed to. People who knew those who were getting surgery were /not/ allowed to work on them, or even be in the room with them during the extent of the surgery. 

Ray nodded, holding Ryan’s hand. “I will.” He said as the other nurses readied the anesthetic to put him under. “I’ll be right by your side, kay, Rye Bread?” He said, voice full of worry.

Ryan nodded, his vision blackening. He trusted Ray. He knew it would be okay…

Ryan’s eyes opened slowly. He blinked, recognizing the white of a hospital room. He could feel a bandage wrapped around his head, and he reached for it. His arm immediately protested, and he winced, letting it rest back on the bed.

That’s when he noticed Ray, head resting near Ryan’s arm. He appeared to be sound asleep. Ryan grimaced at the dark circles under Ray’s eyes. Was he waiting for him to wake up? How long had he been out? He nudged Ray with his broken arm. “Ray,” he muttered.